The New Prototype

Chapter 9

"Ow!" I said and opened my eye. I tried to sit up, but my lower half started to hurt. There was a crow poking at my flesh. My legs were being reconstructed by the virus. I must have been blown to pieces by the nuke. I turned to my left and saw the crow picking at a piece of flesh. It flew on top of a wooden pole on the pier. Wait, a pier? I surveyed my surroundings and saw that I was on a pier. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except that my legs are slowly growing back to normal.

I heard the crow squawk in terror and I watched as it was being engulfed by the virus. The virus consumed the crow and materialized into Alex fucking Mercer.

"Hey, dude." I said when he looked at me.

"You okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, never better." I got up when my legs were back to normal. I walked around and stretched them out. I started doing jumping jacks and push ups.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alex asked me.

"Making sure that nothing is broken." I said.

"You're fine, you dumbass." He said to me.

"There's the Alex I know and love." I said and punched him in the shoulder playfully. He lifted his fist and I took a few steps back.

"So, did you find your secret?" I asked him.

"...yes."

"What is it?"

"I found out who started all of this. It was Alex Mercer. Me, I did this shit. At Penn Station, I saw you and then threw a vial full of the virus and released it into Manhattan."

"Wait, that's what you wanted to find out? I already knew that you threw down the vial. I saw you do it." I said. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut because Alex gave me the death stare.

"You knew what happened all along? Why the fuck didn't you tell me? You made me go through all of this fucking shit when the answer I needed was right in front of me!"

I started whistling and walked away, but Alex grabbed the back of my hoodie and pulled me towards him.

"You little piece of fucking shit." He hissed at me.

"Hey! Look at the bright side, we saved Manhattan! Also, all you had to do was ask." I said.

"You have five seconds to run." Alex said menacingly.

"You can't be ser-"

"One. Two. Three."

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" I screamed and ran for my fucking life.

"Four...FIVE! BITCH I'M FUCKING COMING FOR YOUR FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ASS!" Alex screamed at me.

(St. Paul's Hospital...)

"DANA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SAVE ME!" I yelled and hid behind her.

"What the fuck are you-"

"WHERE IS HE?!?" Alex yelled.

"Alex calm down. Whatever Ethan did I'm pretty sure he's sorry."

"MOVE."

"Alex! Stop trying to hurt the kid. Cut him some slack."

"Dana, you don't understand. That piece of shit knew what really happened. If he told us from the beginning, then none of this would have happened. You would have never been kidnapped! I would have never released Greene."

"Is that true, Ethan?" Dana asked me.

"Well...yeah." I said quietly.

"...see ya." Dana left and closed the door. I'm pretty sure I heard it lock behind her.

"Okay, Alex. Please! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! Please don't hurt me!" I got on my knees and held up my hands like I was praying to the almighty God Alex Mercer.

"TOO LATE, BITCH."

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUCK!" I screamed as I was impaled by claws.

(A Few Hours Later...)

"Man, my head hurts." I groaned. I rubbed the right side of my head and tried to get up, but my body flared up in pain.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." Ragland said.

"Ragland? Why am I on the floor?"

"Because Alex left you on the floor after he...beat the living crap out of you. I told him to stop because you were unconscious."

"Thanks for having my back, man. He probably would have killed me."

"Indeed. Dana's in her new apartment if you want to see her." Ragland handed me a piece of paper with coordinates on it. I followed the coordinates and found myself in the quiet part of Manhattan.

"Man, this place is pretty roomy." I said as I climbed through the window.

"You're alive? I thought Alex killed you."

"I thought so too. Where is he by the way?" I asked her.

"He's up on the roof."

"Okay." I made my way onto the roof of the apartment. Alex was standing at the ledge of the apartment talking to himself.

"One virus. Three weeks. Millions dead. And I was there. My name was Alex Mercer. And my work is almost done."

"...what kind of lame ending speech is that? You sound like a depressed teenager after watching their crush get with someone else."

"...you're still alive?"

"Yup."

"Not anymore."

"What are you-SSSTAAAAAHHHHP!" I yelled as Alex started punching the shit out me.

The End :)